From the Journal of Erha of Kush

 When I first arrived in this land, I had no hope of returning to my life in Kush. Though I had been branded a traitor, I still longed to return to my life outside these accursed lands.

Strung up and left to die on a sandblasted crucifix, I thought of all the cruel ways to get revenge while I began to rot away. Until a mysterious stranger, whom I now know is Conan, the legendary warrior king, freed me and gave me a chance to prove my strength to myself and the world.

Not long after, I found my way to a fertile river and came across a couple of women warriors, Riven and Sabine. Instead of becoming rivals, we became friends and bonded over our love of bloodlust and women. 

The three of us made our way to the lush highlands north of the desert, away from the omnipresent Sandstorm that regularly sweeps the land. I've explored most of the lands bound by this strange glowing death wall and found a few safe harbors where other exiles have come to accept their fate and try to thrive by making an honest-ish living. 

In these places, I've hired many crafters and artisans to build up my own safe havens and gradually began to forget my original goal of leaving these lands.

I mastered the art of war, the art of sorcery, and the art of lust. I remember now why I've done what I've done. I've spoken with the remnant of the Archivist a few times, and yesterday, I finally listened, truly listened, to what he had to say. 

To escape this land, I need to craft a keystone, and through my conquests, I've amassed all but one piece required to craft this legendary artifact and escape this land.

Escape is nearly at hand. Finally, after all these long months of losing hope I'd ever be able to see beyond these lands again. But do I want to leave? I've made a new, dangerous but thriving life here. 

I've begun developing feelings for Ulrik and Dhalia. They have been my earstwhile companions recently. I rescued Ulrik from one of the Purges vile cages and Dhalia. Dhalia is the strongest woman I've come across other than perhaps Riven and Sabine that could best me in combat.

If I create the keystone and use it. It will mean leaving behind these strong individuals behind, never to escape. There can only be one keystone. The elements to craft it so exceedingly rare, perhaps in all of history, this is the last one that can ever be made. 

As I sit here and write this journal. I believe I've already come to a conclusion. The dark sorceries I've learned are slowly corruptiong me. and the longer I stay in these lands, the more corrupt I'll become. 

I'm not done with life just yet, but I'll need to forge ahead elsewhere if I want to redeem my soul. 

The next few days I will throw the biggest orgy that would do Derketo proud, we will tempt a massive purge to slake her bloodlust. All with Ulrik and Dhalia by my side. One last blitz before I make my exit and leave it all behind.